You struggle against the rope tied around your stomach, it holds your hands behind your back and digs into your skin making it not only hurt but itch.
"Hello! I know this is suppose to be a hostage situation but would ya mind loosening the rope? I mean I will gladly play damsel in distress, but this is grade 'b' rope and it's itchy!" You shout into the inky blackness.
The blindfold scratches against the bridge of your nose and you at this point are done with this.
"Excuse me? Is anyone there? If there is, at least take the blindfold off! I can't deal with the sandpaper like fabric! I've got sensitive skin, please?" You hear a grunt of annoyance, fingers pull the blindfold off and you smile.
"You are a pain in my ass." The man comments.
"And you are a thorn in my side." You get a good look at the man in front of you.
"I've never meet a hostage that talks as much as you, let alone complain."
"I'll take that as a compliment." The man sits down on his plastic chair and picks up a newspaper.
"Anything good happen?" You nod to the paper.
"Shut up." You pout your lips.
"That's not nice."
"Well I'm not a nice person."
"That's evident, could I trouble you for a spot of water? I'm awfully parched." The man looks up at you and you give your best smile.
"I said shut up!" You roll your eyes and try to figure out where you are.
Nothing has any resemblance to anything, the windows are boarded and the door is closed. Great! This just isn't fair anymore. It feels like hours before the door is slammed open and in rolls Spider-Man.
"Thank god you're here!" You yell out of frustration.
"Shit!" The man gets up from his seat and grabs the plastic in his hands.
"You're under arrest for, um, for taking this girl!" Spider-Man points at you.
"Great detective work! Now get him!" The man throws the chair at the hero and Spider-Man hits it away like it's merely a fly.
He shoots his webs at the guy sticking him to the wall, he then runs to you and helps you out of your bonds, you stretch your limbs trying to regain feeling in them.
"Thanks Spider-Man, you're a real hero." You mumble sarcastically.
"C'mon Y/n, stop being a sour puss." You shake your head and let yourself be escorted from the premises.
"This is the third time I've been kidnapped this week. It's getting old." Spider-Man takes you around a corner and pulls his mask off.
"Y/n/n." You cross your arms.
"Don't Y/n/n me Parker." Peter frowns, you feel bad but you're sick of this.
"I'm sorry." You groan softly.
"Shut up before I start to cry." Peter laughs and pulls you into a warm, safe, hug.
"I love you." He whispers into your ear.
"I know."
